Chop chop chop
Went the scissors….
Clicking together,
Heart racing more than ever.
Hair falls to the floor,
As I rush in through the door.
Her hair is in her hands,
Scars marking her like brands.
Bruises covering her skin,
Mascara running to her chin.
Pain filling up her eyes,
Blood spilling from her thighs.
But oh how I agonise,
As I slowly realise.
This girl is getting nearer,
Because it’s just me and my mirror.
This girl is I,
Oh how I cry.
Oh mirror do i,
Do or die?
